Throws the phone in again.
Takes it out again, and simply deletes Windsor Myres’s phone number.
Finally feels a bit relieved.
Not even a few minutes pass, and the phone suddenly rings.
It’s still Windsor Myres.
Even though her number has been deleted, just a glance, and he knows it’s her.
He’s had an extraordinary memory since childhood, a casual glance when deleting, and that string of numbers was engraved in his mind.
Camden River was about to go crazy.
His self-control, demeanor, all of it, after encountering her, completely fell apart.
Camden River stared at the phone for a long time, hung up directly, and blocked her number.
Soon, another number called in.
Displayed: Mia Ginger.
He’s the class monitor of Class 1, and Mia Ginger is the class monitor of Class 7. The freshman welcome party required coordination, so the class monitors and cultural committee members exchanged phone numbers a few days ago.
Camden River hesitated for a moment and answered the call.
Politely said, "Hello."
"Why did you block me?" Windsor Myres asked irritably.
"Do you need something?" Camden River’s voice was chilly, "If not, I’m going to sleep. Could you please not disturb me?"
"No." Windsor Myres stood on the balcony, spoke with reckless abandon, her voice flamboyant.
"Suit yourself." Camden River finished and was about to hang up when Windsor Myres suddenly said, "If you hang up, I’ll come over to the boys’ dorm to find you."
Camden River gripped the phone tightly.
Windsor Myres let out a breath, her voice softened a bit, and she asked, "Are your lips still hurting?"
She was aware of how hard she bit him, a bit too fierce. Latest content published on novel⁂fire.net
Fiercer than Camden River biting her.
Camden River glanced at the mirror, touched the corner of his lips, but said nothing.
"I’m sorry, I won’t bite you again," Windsor Myres suddenly acted coquettish over the phone.
Camden River’s head was aching, he pressed hard on his eyebrow twice, impatiently said, "Are you done or not?!"
"I just want to talk to you."
"..." Camden River remained silent.
He neither spoke nor hung up, Windsor Myres’s mood unexpectedly lifted, she laughed, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I’ll buy breakfast for you."
"No need." Camden River’s voice was stiff.
"Oh, you have to run in the morning," Windsor Myres continued to speak to herself, "then I won’t buy, I’ll join you running, and we’ll have breakfast together afterward."
"Can you stop clinging to me all the time?"
"Nope." Windsor Myres replied with a smile, "You’re so handsome, I feel secure following you."
"..." Camden River was stunned for a while, took a deep breath, rarely spoke calmly, "I’ve already accepted you, so obviously there won’t be another girl. Could you at least give me some personal space, okay?"
He was also on the balcony, speaking calmly with Windsor Myres for the first time, a rare hint of humanity in his demeanor.
Yet he didn’t realize it himself.
Perhaps Windsor Myres’s forcefulness became a habit, her tone becoming softer and more amiable, he felt relaxed.
"Well, you make some sense," Windsor Myres pondered.
"Then starting tomorrow, stop clinging to me."
"Not following you to compulsory classes," Windsor Myres frowned in thought for a long time, compromised a little.
Camden River was almost depressive.
Not following him to compulsory classes, means still following him to electives, joining him for runs, breakfast, lunch, and dinner!